Twin Love Persons

The Left Behind Taste

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The Guard held onto his hot cheek after a hard slap landed smoothly on his face. He was stunned to see Qameella's angry expression. Nor was he angry at his wife's rude attitude. Being aware of his disrespectful actions. Although it is appropriate to be entitled to the girl, but she still can not do it without the permission of the girl he often called Bini.

Qameella cried and ran away leaving the Guard still silent in its place.

“Buskey! Which girl, has the guts also slap Bro Garda?” decak one of the guys among them broke the silence while staring at their departure.

“Iya. Not afraid of death, huh?” other menimpali sahut. “or lest he feel had a life Nine times...”

“It should be grateful to be kissed by our chairman. Because not all girls can get rich preferential treatment. Fiola's classmate never kissed rich chick just now, in public again.”

Fiola felt pinched with their words. Far from the bottom of his heart did not deny their words were true. The Guard is very kind to anyone, including him.

“Ehem, ahem, ahem,” Fiola deliberately cleared his throat to make them aware not to gossip anymore.

But who is that girl? Why did the Guard suddenly kiss her in public? His mind wondered.

Suddenly Fiola was jealous of the girl. Because the Guard never welcomes and does not respond to the feelings and attention that is clearly shown to him. The Guard had always regarded and treated him no more than an ordinary friend.

Could they be dating? But.it is impossible if they are dating. You see, the girl dared to slap Guard's face.

Fiola walked up to the Guard to calm him down, as well as instigate to retaliate against the treatment of girls no morals earlier. But not yet had his feet stepped far, suddenly the Guard ran after Qameella.

"Lho, why did the Guard leave instead?" ask one of the girls who had been watching with three girl friends.

Fiola was silent in his place. His two hands on his sides clenched tightly, until his knuckles turned white.

After that followed by Tari who also participated in the pursuit. Even though he was one step away from seeing Dimas. The guy he's been looking for a few days is like a fugitive.

Seeing an impossible situation like this makes Tari ignore all his business. As a form of responsibility because it has indirectly put Qameella in trouble.

Ah, again like this. But I can't ignore Meella. Even if I am in charge. Duhhh, Meella.. elo why the hell keep dealing with the Guard? Elo don't know who he is? Why did you make all use slap the Guard, then if it gets bulldozed by him how can I explain to bonyok lo at home. huh! Pisan vocals! grunts in the heart.

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The sky was already dark by the time Qameella arrived home. Before entering through the gate of his house, he wiped away the rough rest of his tears.

Qameella went into the house where no one was there. Many times he called Mama and his father in turn, after previously saying greetings, no one answered his call.

Mama and Dad haven't come home yet? The front door is not locked. Where are they going? thought worried. But he won't take a headache. Soon he went into his room.

Qameella let out a heavy sigh as she sat down on her bed. He passed the strap of his bag over his head. Then put it on the mattress not far from where it sits.

At almost the same time. Garda was taking his motorcycle to his house. After earlier making sure Qameella arrived at his house safely. He was deliberately tailing the girl secretly. Worried that something unexpected will happen. Due to his mischievous behavior.

Sori Bini, I made you angry. I'm sorry if my actions are not pleasing to your heart. But elo must know, I deliberately lasin it to show to elo, if I do not mess with elo. I'm seriously the same

eloh. I promise, I'll make you fall in love with me. When that comes, I will not make you hurt again. I will take care of you and your love for our love together.

Forgive me... about the Guard already why the Meella huh? The boy dared to slap the Guard. Thought in the heart.

Dance breathed a heavy sigh.

“Bodo very dah, why am I so dizzy? While my business is the same Dimas has not been around.” Dance immediately put her motorcycle into the garage of her house.

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The Guard was immediately warmly welcomed by Mak Lela, the middle-aged woman who had been taking care of him since childhood. In the brown-haired boy's eyes, Mak Lela wasn't just a housekeeper to her family. But it's like his mother after the divorce of his parents.

“New home, den?” reprimand Mak Lela who answered a nod of the head by the Guard.

As usual, the boy who only complied with Mak Lela, took off his school bag and jacket and changed hands with the woman who was no longer young in front of him.

“Den Garda want to eat now, or want to shower first?” ask the woman to be sure.

“Mandi first, Mak. Because my body was very sticky,” answer passed to go to his room on the second floor.

Garda sat on the edge of his bed, taking off his shoes and socks. Suddenly came to his memory when he kissed Qameella's sweet and sweet lips. If not Bini pushed his body, somehow to release his lips like a magnet on Qameella's lips. Unknowingly the rancid boy smiled happily as he touched his lips.

It turned out that in a different place, Qameella was still sitting on the edge of her bed while also holding her lips that were almost swallowed by the Guard. Surprisingly he still felt the warmth of Garda's lips touching his lips.

For a second, two seconds, three seconds, Qameella was still swept away in her daydream. The next second, sanity stunned him from the reverie. He immediately shuddered in horror. Stand up and then go to the bathroom.

After completing the ritual bath and changing clothes, Qameella went to the dining room. He began to eat his dinner alone in silence.

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"Why den? How about smiling to yourself?" mak Lela's reprimand successfully made the Guard's face meet red. At that time Garda was enjoying his own dinner accompanied by Mak Lela.

But Mak Lela had already eaten before her master came home. So she just sat down to chat like a mother, after serving her employer's eating needs.

"What the hell is this Mom? To be the same as the affairs of young people," we Garda covered his shame that had been caught in his own smiles.

"Oh.. the affairs of young people anyway.." mocked Mak Lela mangosteen while lip smacking.

"Don't rest, Mak," Pinta Garda blushed in embarrassment.

Mak Lela memorized the character of Garda, a tough and independent boy, and has a strong character. Maybe because he has been accustomed from childhood to face his own problems. With such a trait she often has difficulty expressing her own feelings.

Women who have reached the age of five heads, already understand the nature of their employer's children who sometimes like to nyeleneh. But this time the look on his face looked different. Looks more radiant exactly people who are kasmaran.

Although the Guard is Don Juan among his friends. But so far he has never acted like this.

"Ah... I know, Aden must be love again yes.." seduced the woman.

"Ih Mak, sotoy deh," the Guard frowned pretending to be angry.

"Yes. yeah... Mak Lela likes soto. Moreover, Bogor noodle sotoy, wih. yummy tenan," he said to divert the conversation while showing his right thumb.

The head-scarf guard faced his housemaid who already had five grandchildren.

"That's soto his name is Mak, not sotoy," Garda snorted and shook his head. "the basis of the grandmothers of today," he continued.

Mak Lela just giggled herself.